Tired, so very tired. The young male had been power chaining missions for several days at this point; as soon as one was done, he would pick up another at the administration building and go from there. When the male decided that he was finally done with chaining, he had attempted to stop, only to find himself lost in the grip of the beast that was the administration building. Despite him no longer showing up to volunteer and take missions, he was continuously being assigned to them, and only being notified that he had a new once he reported back with the old one. It went on for days, until he somehow convinced Due to transform into him and turn in his mission just so he could slip away.

Tre could imagine that the administration supervisors would not be too happy that their favorite ninja lately had skipped out on them assigning him a new mission. But in Tre's mind, if they could not find him, they could not assign him anything. Tre could trust Due not to give him up, and he did not tell Due nor Uno where he was going; hell, neither of them knew about the place where he was headed to. A cozy little hot spring tucked away in the forest of the village, a place where he came to relax and get away from home when it became too crazy. He loved his siblings dearly, but peace and quiet was a must at times.

And so, the young male trudged through the forest, eyes almost half closed with exhaustion. He was clothed in his normal ensemble: He wears a black jacket with skull-motif buttons and sequenced details on pockets. He keeps it unzipped and the tag on the zipper also has a small skull. Underneath he wears a steel gray shirt with skull prints. Tré wears black cropped trousers and black buckled boots with red soles. He wears a black motorcycle glovelet on his left hand. He was sans his shinobi identification papers, but was carrying his civilian ones; not that it mattered to him. This was a rarely patrolled area, given how far out of the way it was from the main roads, and anything useful. He had little chance of running into someone he knew, let alone another shinobi from Konohagakure no Sato.

All he wanted to was settle his aching body into the water, and relax. Was that too much to ask? Perhaps, but frick it, he was no longer asking; he was demanding. He was going to get some goddamn peace and quiet, with no one bothering him about running a mission for a few hours, so help him --...

Blue eyes were cast upon the scene of his lovely little oasis to find it already occupied; another person was sitting in the water, appearing to relax. A silent scream welled up inside the male; who was this, and why were they invading his heaven? He was almost tempted to run this person out, but at the moment, the male was just too damn tired to do so.

Fucking hell. Perhaps he could come back another time, find another place to relax and hide...? No. Everywhere else he knew of had someone else who used it. At the very least, this place only had one person... Besides, it might be a good experience for him to get to know someone else. After all, a King had good connections, no?

A quiet cough was released, though loud enough to be heard properly across the spring to alert this man to his presence. "Hello."

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"H-shn-bgrrrrrgggmmghghl"

It would seem that the king's arrival had surprised this persona; they seemed to slip below the surface of the water when they heard him speak. Blue eyes looked on tiredly as the figure surfaced again, sputtering water and wiping it from his eyes.

"Ah, were you planning on taking a dip? I fell in rather than meaning to come here, and, ehehe, I'm just waiting for my things to dry. You're free to come in, there's a lot of room."

"....." For a moment, Tre contemplated if this would be worth doing; should he get in, or should he just turn around and leave this place? He was still almost tempted to run this person out, but at the moment, the male was just too damn tired to do so. Grunting in response, the male saw that the other male closed his eyes -- not that Tre was the modest type, but he took the time to strip off his clothing starting with the gloves before moving on to his jacket and dropping them unceremoniously on the ground . With this done, the male would move on to his booted feet and socks, unlacing and pulling them off in a few tired, lethargic motions.

Once his booths and socks were tossed aside, the male moved on to pulling his shirt up over his head and off, possibly around the time the other male would open his eyes. Tre did not care; he was too goddamn tired, and only wanted to soak his body for a while before having to return to the hell that was his job as a shinobi. With the shirt dropped on top of the jacket and booths, his hands would move to the front of his pants, undoing the button and tugging down the zipper as he shimmied out of fabric, leaving him clad only in a pair of tightly stretched briefs. For a moment, the male hesitated, contemplating his situation before throwing caution into the wind and shucking his underwear and stepping onto the water. He did not care what this other person saw -- not that Tre had anything to be ashamed of or hide. They were both guys, right?

The warm liquid felt like heaven on the soles of his tired feet. Slowly, the male allowed himself to sink down into, allowing it to wash over his body as he settled himself on the bottom of the pool. Blue eyes closed to the world for a bit, and a soft sigh was released from his maw.

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